Date: Sun, 8 Jul 2012 18:36:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tayler C.
Subject: Stone Hearts and Hand Grenades 1
This story is about finding happiness and finding love, having that love
and make it withstand trials and tests. The main character is called Trace
and he's an independent and strong guy. He's starting his senior year in
high school and he meets an engaging and charismatic kid by the name of
Christian. Let's see where this story takes us! This story is inspired by a
song I heard quite recently, so the storyline kind of ties into the song.
The song is about two people who are very different from each other, but
they wouldn't change those differences and the love is still the same. It's
a beautiful song and I really connected to it and I hope you guys do
also. :) Please feel free to email me and give me your opinions on the
story! Thanks.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vXAgy1h9Hg
This is the song: Stone Hearts & Hand Grenades by Leona Lewis.
I woke up at 5:45 on the nose, my phone chirping out the annoying alarm to
wake me. I walked to my bathroom and stepped inside the shower. I turned
the water to a steaming hot waterfall, letting the water soak me. It was so
relaxing and calming, showering in the still of the morning. After about 20
minutes, I got out of the shower and looked in the mirror. Full head of
dreadlocks that came a bit past my shoulders, big doe-like dark brown eyes,
a medium brown glowing complexion, a thin, lean body that had a slight
definition to it standing at 5 ft 9, and a set of straight white teeth. I
continued to do my normal morning routine and got dressed. I tied my hair
in a ponytail and decided to get dressed for school. I decided on a blue,
gray and white western style shirt, a pair of white skinny shorts and blue
loafers. I walked downstairs, into the kitchen, to see my mom sitting at
the island drinking coffee and looking at her sketches and plans for the
day. My mom is an interior designer and she absolutely loves her job.
"Good morning baby. Sorry I didn't make breakfast, but I have to be out of
here in about 10 minutes," she said putting the mug away.
"That's fine. I'll pick something up on the way to school," I replied back
to her.
Gracie, our American Mastiff, was lingering by the back door, so I decided
to take her out for her morning walk. "I'm taking Gracie for her walk,
Ma. I'll be back in about 20 minutes."
"I'll be gone by then, hon. Your dad's still here though." My dad's a CEO
at a financial banking firm. He owned about 4 banks in L.A. and 2 in San
Fransisco. He was always on his laptop, or texting away on his many PDA's
so he didn't really pay much attention to me, not that I didn't mind. I got
Gracie's leash and began our morning walk. We lived in the middle class
neighborhood of Mulholland Heights, a suburb of Los Angeles, California. I
began to hum the familiar tune of Jack Johnson's classic "Times Like
These". Gracie loved when I sang. She'd come in my room while I sang and
played guitar and just lounge around. Most of the time, she would curl up
and fall asleep listening to me and my little jam sessions. As we continued
to walk, we came across a cul de sac that held about 10 or so houses. One
house in particular stood out because it had been empty for some time, now
there was a car in the driveway and a moving van in front of the house. I
took Gracie halfway down the sidewalk and went to turn around. Instead of
following, Gracie jerked away and ran in the opposite direction. I tried to
grab the leash, but she was a bit faster than I was, so I had to run after
her. When I finally caught up to her, she was in the yard of the now
occupied house and on top of this little girl, who had to be no more than 8
years old. "Gracie! Here girl," I commanded her. She didn't budge, which
was unusual for her. She was usually very obedient towards me. "Here girl!"
I yelled again, walking to grab her leash. The little girl was laughing at
Gracie, who was licking her face.
"Sorry about that, sweetie. She's friendly, but she's not usually this
friendly," I said to the girl. Just then, a guy who looked to be around my
age came outside. He was absolutely breathtaking. He was tall. Like at
least 6ft3. He had the most smooth, flawless creamy light skin, his hair
was short, black, and wavy. His eyes were a bright hazel that had the most
intriguing twinkle. Lastly, his body was that of***Greek statue. Chiseled
and muscular. I was blown away. "Cheyenne, come on, get off the ground, I
gotta take you to school." His voice was deep and smooth. So pleasant!
"What's up, bruh," he said nodding in my direction. I just stood there with
my mouth open. "Hey man, I said what's up?" I snapped out of my reverie and
finally responded a weak "Hey." He sort of chuckled and came over to where
Cheyenne and I were standing and helped her off the ground. "I'm Christian
by the way." He stuck his hand out to meet mine. "I'm ummm, I'm... I'm
Trace," I replied nervously. I shook his hand. It was like fireworks in my
mind. I was invigorated by his touch.
"I'm sorry about your sister. My dog kinda jumped all over her. She usually
isn't like this."
"It's cool, man. I'm just gonna take her to school and go to school
myself."
"Oh really? What school are you going to?" There were so many in the
area. I hoped he was going to mine.
"El Camel Real High?" he said in an unsure tone.
"El Camino Real," I laughed, correcting him. "Hopefully, I'll see you
around."
"Yeah, sure thing." He smiled, his hazel eyes burning through mine. I took
Gracie's leash and walked back to the house. An interesting morning
already.
Hope you guys like! I'd love for you guys to comment and give me feedback
and your opinions so far. I greatly appreciate CC. I always like a picture
with my characters, so here's both Trace and Christian.
Trace: http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3l87ac6CG1qfofhno1_500.jpg
Christian: http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3ivo86IVM1ropu1oo1_500.jpg
Let me know if you?d like photos of any additional characters because I
have a couple in mind.